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Poster: AshesRising Date: Nov 25, 2007 2:21am
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: 'China Doll' --- anyone care to share their thoughts?

Jerrob Hungar: I sincerely appreciate your taking the time to write such a personal response to my posts. Any other comment by me at this time would be foolish.

From the center of my heart .. "Thank You,"
--- AshesRising

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Poster: Jerrob Hungar Date: Nov 25, 2007 4:38am
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: 'China Doll' --- anyone care to share their thoughts?

Thank you Ashes for inspiring a very interesting thread. I must admit it was with some trepidation that I made that candid confession. I suppose it was a leap of faith in a way, baring myself to the forum to show others who may be in pain that the heart of this place (palace, broke-down) is big and warm and generous. And my faith was rewarded handsomely by one of the most warm-big-hearted old wolves it's been my pleasure to meet. (Not so much of the old eh? Dire and I'm chuffed that you liked the poem. You've got a bunch of true friends here, Dire...and I'd be tickled pink to be considered one also.)

I included the John Donne poem not only because I think it's a beautiful poem but also because if I interpret it in the same way as I interpret China Doll it seems to give it another dimension or am I being delusional? Donne also attempted suicide several times before he found his 'place'.
The quotation is "No man is an island, entire of itself...any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee."

which reminds me of Chimes of Freedom

Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden while the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain
Dissolved into the bells of the lightning
Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsaked
Tolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stake
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
An' the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for-granted situations
Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute
Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an' cheated by pursuit
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look
Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse
An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

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